"Nope, and stop fishing," Derek says with a laugh, finishing his sandwich and wiping his fingers on a napkin. He knocks back the rest of his water and stands up, reaching over to grip Bitty's shoulder for a moment. "I'm heading to bed. Help yourself to anything you need. The spare room is all set up."

He stretches and then reaches down to scoop up the puff, and then sets it on Bitty's shoulder. "Here, the puff can keep you company."